He couldn't stop it—this spell was way out of his league.
Even with Gilfronta, Kyto was outmatched.
Elivondronta was released, and the spirits that pressed their faces against the veil had finally broken free.
Almost immediately—a wave of spirits smashed into his barrier—knocking him back through a tree.
"Ghnn!!" Kyto tried resisting, but Gilfronta shattered from their overwhelming numbers and one spirit clawed at his shoulder. "Damnit!" In an attempt to escape, Kyto flared his mana around his body, dispersing a small portion of the spirits and catching himself mid-air.
With his divine mana lighting up his surroundings, Kyto suddenly winced his eye.
"Agh!" A searing pain burned across his right shoulder. "What the hell? What's going on? This spell… it's… burning my shoulder!"
The spell Elivondronta continued to spread like a storm; dark spirits surged from the veil, corrupting the land, the trees, and the very fabric of space.
It was the transmutation of the physical world.
Everything was turning into a nightmare.
And Midgard itself was becoming one with Oblivion.
From the ridge below, the people of Loreanzus could now see the distant hill glowing with corruption.
Even Fhiron noticed it—the moment the spell activated.
He clenched his jaw with concerned eyes.
"Kyto… don't die up there."
But Kyto didn't back down. Despite the pain in his shoulder, he narrowed his gaze and stood.
"I'm not letting you freaks summon whatever that is!"
"Bwa ha ha!" One of the cloaked mages laughed, keeping their spell active. "It is the gateway to oblivion." Dark Spirits lingered around the veil; some parted ways to corrupt the world, while others seemed afraid. "What you see before you is spirits who have died. We are bringing them into this world, to do our bidding."
"…Spirits who have died?" Her words seemed to ignite a fire in Kyto's chest. "Let them go. What you're doing is wrong! Look behind you! Most of these spirits are afraid of even leaving that portal! You're forcing them against their will."
"Silence, you filthy Cyrodel!" Shouted another cloaked mage. "You have no right to order us around! Lady Lilith owns Oblivion, it is her domain!"
"As worshipers of Evil, we have access to oblivion with her magic."
"Now, be washed away, and melt into the pits of nothingness, Cyrodel!"
The pain in Kyto's shoulder wasn't fading, but rather spreading, darkening the veins in his arm.
Whatever magic was leaking from Elivondronta, it was starting to invade him.
But he wouldn't let that stop him.
With the corrupted spirits surging forward like a tidal wave, they wailed, and disembodied voices screamed. Hundreds of spirits writhed in agony as they spilled from the veil, twisted by Lilith's magic into weapons of war.
It only fueled Kyto's willpower.
"I said…" His voice trembled at first, then sharpened like steel drawn from fire. "Let. Them. GO!!"
He shouted, and a divine mana exploded outward in a golden flare, burning away several incoming spirits.
Their forms disintegrated, returning to dust with one final cry of relief.
The cloaked mages gasped, while some hissed like reptiles.
"Impossible! His aura is accelerating!"
"He's forcing his divine mana to override the Oblivion field?! That should be impossible!"
Kyto could feel the evil spread throughout his body, but thanks to his willpower and divine nature, he nullified its effects.
He didn't give them a second to breathe.
Kyto charged forward as each step left a crater with the ground behind him shattering from the sheer pressure of his divine propulsion.
He rocketed toward the mages, ignoring the screams, claws, and the banshees wailing in his ears.
One of the mages raised a staff, but they were too slow.
"Haaaahhh!" Kyto's fist shattered their jaw and they spun mid-air like a ragdoll before bursting into spiritual dust.
Another manifested a whip of nothingness, directly from oblivion, but Kyto ducked, spun, and uppercutted them in the chin.
"Damn you!! Curse you Cyrodel!"
"Lady Lilith will conquer the Nie'mada!!"
Two more rushed in with daggers infused with nothingness; the same properties of oblivion.
"Lilith can suck a dick!" Kyto shouted as his body flared with radiant light.
The moment they touched him, they disintegrated, unable to endure direct contact with an Elohim's grace.
Now only the final mage remained; the woman from before, still holding her ground with the veil behind her.
She was trembling, evidently scared.
"Y-You can't destroy the veil! If this spell is broken, then you'll be sent into Oblivion with the other spirits from its Curse of Fate! Only I can neutralize it safely!"
"I don't care." Kyto's eyes glowed with the fury of the sun. "If it means stopping this… and stopping you… then so be it."
"Risking your life for the sake of the physical world? What nonsense!"
"I'll show you… just how strong a Cyrodel can be!"
Kyto took a stance.
"I won't let you, filthy hybrid!"
In less than a second, the world became a blur.
"Vhal Rostoriel!"
The name of a forbidden Elohim technique; one that all Cyrodel's inherited, but could never pull off.
With the power to destroy destiny and crumble authorities, this was Kyto's ultimate attack, brought forth from his immense willpower.
His punch, engulfed in divine mana, landed instantaneously without him having to move.
There was no time to react, or even set up countermeasures—the laws of cause and effect had been reversed, and his strike crumbled all authorities and fate itself.
In a moment that defied logic, space and time caved inward as Kyto's Vhal Rostoriel tore through the cursed gateway to Oblivion.
BOOM!!!
A shockwave burst outward, engulfing the hilltop, cracking the skies above, and flattening every tree within a half-mile radius.
The mountain behind the ridge had even splintered.
The rift to Oblivion collapsed in on itself, folding like torn fabric being stitched shut.
Its nothingness was overridden, and finally dispersed as the screaming spirits were pulled backward into the void.
Their torment was severed, and their chains were finally broken.
Some smiled while others wept.
And they vanished—finally at peace.
The final mage, the woman in serpent-stitched robes, was flung back, landing in the dirt with a broken staff and shattered mask.
Her hood had fallen, revealing sunken violet eyes.
"N-No…" She whispered, clutching her ribs. "How is that possible? Those who break the spell are fated to be sent into Oblivion! How are you still here?"
She tried to sit up, but Kyto approached with slow, pained steps.
His aura was still there, but his body looked cracked—quite literally.
Golden light leaked from fissures on his skin.
It was as if he were falling apart.
"I surpassed my limits… and shattered fate itself… that's how!"
Vhal Rostoriel prevented Kyto from being banished into Oblovion, but in return, he suffered from using the technique. It took a major toll on his body; he could barely even walk.
"You…" She gasped with a shaking voice. "You rewrote causality!"
Kyto's hands trembled while his legs buckled, but he remained standing by sheer will.
"That's right…" He muttered. "I shattered the rules. None of that stuff matters!"
She looked up at him with tears starting to brim.
"Then… Lady Lilith was wrong. A Cyrodel… can resist the Call of Oblivion..."
Before she could speak another word, the sky suddenly groaned… and everyone stopped.
Even the Possessed Soldiers.
Even the wind.
RUMMMMMBLE!
The earth trembled with unnatural violence as everyone swayed back and forth.
Kyto looked to the horizon, and a few meters behind him, the air rippled like heat over scorched stone.
He winced his eyes, feeling his instincts screaming.
Something cataclysmic was happening.
"What in the world…?" He whispered.
Fhiron, from the ridge below, narrowed his eyes toward the east.
A deadly magical pressure spread across the entire region; it was a pressure so intense that the Alfheim warriors around him staggered back, dropping their weapons.
Trees bent, and rivers reversed their flow. Some elves even fell to their knees.
"Did… did the sun just flicker?" Jean asked, staggering to stay upright.
"What's… happening?" Asked Elizabeth with wide eyes.
And suddenly, without any warning—
BOOOOOOM!!!
A second quake roared outward, this time splitting the clouds.
The sky darkened to gray, and the far-off mountains shattered at the peaks.
All of Tellus seemed to quake as something beyond comprehension awoke in the east.
From above, Fhiron's jaw dropped.
His eyes locked onto a new storm forming.
"This magic… that can't seriously be who I think it is?"
"…Grimhild?" Kyto whispered from the hilltop as his knees hit the ground in exhaustion.
Even the Spirit Arts mage behind him went pale.
"T-That feeling…" She stammered, clutching her head. "This is… a Primordial's Wrath!"
+
[Back in the castle of Vrunemir]
Vrunemir's throne had shattered from the sheer release of magical pressure.
The floors had cracked, and the black obsidian walls fractured.
Grimhild stood in the heart of the throne room with her hands shaking from the pure force she was containing.
"I'll make you beg for death… I'll make you scream for mercy. I will destroy your existence and remove you from Creation. You will be the first to experience True Destruction, Lilith!"